"Now that you mention it, that does sound very similar! Doesn't this mean Zhang Beixing has already become a Great Grandmaster?"
"Damn, a Great Grandmaster? Seriously? How old is he?"
"Impossible! Definitely impossible!"
Everyone present was shocked, having recognized the technique Zhang Beixing used when he flicked the sword.
Zhang Beixing, on the other hand, heard the surrounding discussions but paid them no mind. His attention was solely on the broken sword in his hand. It had been hard enough to find a usable one, yet this was so fragile it couldn't even withstand a single flick of his finger.
"This is even worse than my fist!" Zhang Beixing said in frustration, casually tossing the broken sword aside and abandoning the idea of using a weapon.
Meanwhile, Mei Yougui, who had already chosen his weapon and was waiting on the opposite side, naturally witnessed this scene and shuddered violently in fright.
